A Team Effort

My poems never meant anything
to anyone
save for a woman
who read them one by one–

My poems never meant anything
to anyone
they say they like some of them
but no one is what they saw–

How my poems never meant anything
nor anyone
ever to see what I was chasing
but profundity in cliche–

And Shakespeare in riddles
Obfuscation in plain…

Riddles they were
Delight maybe not
But at least some one
Said you have a shot

These are not your poems
The devil said to me
And yet I am the one
They are using…

And so I looked on
And never gave a shot
They’ll never like my poetry
Forget me not…

Sitting under a matyr
Looking at a tree
They’ll never like my poetry,

Because they’ll never like me…


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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